I did this to myself.
I chose the wrong shelf.
The right place to find the wrong book.
I didn't read the review, all I needed was a look.
That's all it took, to see you were no good.
I was distracted. There was no way I could.
Your beauty and happiness caught my attention.
But now the tension to end this is redemption.
Save me from this speeding car I can no longer control.
Save me, this relationship is finally taking it's toll.
You have to end it. I don't have the heart.
End this before I can no longer start.
No longer think because I'm addicted to you.
I will no loner be able to feel a new,
a new kind of happiness. A new kind of love.
I sit on my bed. Looking at you.
the only picture I have, is not something new.
I've seen it more than I can count.
But where are you really, I shout.
Where is the angel I no longer can adore?
Where is the girl that I can't love anymore?
I sit on my bed, looking for you.
Knowing you won't be there, but hoping soon.
Soon you will arrive to tell me the end.
Maybe you won't, you don't want me to begin,
a new.